tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804185110296741042012-01-16T16:55:19.123-08:00Ruminations, epiphanies and quandries from a caffeine inspired mind.M. Scott Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16174389666002878172noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580418511029674104.post-91876018353338744592012-01-14T13:31:00.000-08:002012-01-14T13:34:34.458-08:00

I know you believe in miracles. Sometimes it’s easier to believe in miracles for others than it is for yourself. And sometimes the miracle is very different than we ever thought or wanted it to be, but nonetheless as potent. Some say love is a miracle. The giving of oneself against all odds for no other reason than a desire to be close to them. When that person is no longer there, the emptiness

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The final decision on who will be part of a team from Freedom Ministries to Ecuador was decided this week.And I'm glad to say that I'll be there!We leave December 6th for 12 days, returning on the 17th. From the moment it was announced a month ago I've been wrestling with whether I am to go or not. Finally, after a couple of days of praying, I felt I was suppose to attend the meeting for everyone

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Here's my soapbox. I'm stepping up on it and here's what I have to say -War is tragic, yes. Even abominable at times. Unnecessary? Perhaps. However, I've too often heard people berate the military, critize and even denounce the government over war. Why? Someone they knew died. KIA.So that means war is bad, evil, immoral. War should be put down like a rabid dog. I suppose we should stop driving

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It is finished. Several years of persistant (and not so persistant) writing and I have finally completed the first draft of my novel. How do I feel? Apathetic I suppose. Don't misunderstand, finishing is great. But like a told someone the other day, working on the novel was a bit like eating the same food everyday until there's none left. Once it's gone, you may still be hungry but your glad

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The book is 97% finished. Well, the written story part of it is. Not what you wanted to hear? Sorry...can't rush perfection. Not that this story will be perfect, but you get my drift.At the moment I'm taking a break from the book to reaquaint myself and aquaint you with some software that, be you a writer, may find most helpful. And they're FREE. So, here's a rundown of my four favorites:Y Writer

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I occassionally read Techdirt. Well, I skim the headlines unless something strikes me as intriguing enough to click down it's path. Today I came across an interesting little snippet - The Future of Print: Better Connect with Your AudienceThe key, in my opinion, was this short statement: "...the old style of journalism was sit down, shut up and consume what we say."Consume. Devour. Horde. Guzzle.

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I have this mug. A coffee mug. One of those seasonal sort that's painted with a Christmas scene - a tree surrounded by presents and stuffed animals, a warm fireplace with stockings stuffed full. And in the midst of it all is a little saying:"A father's love is the greatest gift."I gave it to my dad years ago. Shortly there after I confiscated it. I suppose the emotional value was great enough for

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Ok, so I've been away. I know, I know. What good is a blog if you're not at least semi-regularly posting? Well, I've been a bit occuppied. It's my novel, you see.In November I did Nanawrimo, which, in spite of everything that happened, well, I did fair. "But that was months ago!"I know. Believe me I know. But the good news is that since Nano I've almost doubled my writing. I've broken past the

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Squeaks echoed down the empty hall as Principal Marcus walked across the recently mopped marble. At the far end he spied the janitor swinging a mop in an effective rhythm, dipping the head every few strokes like the ring of a clock bell. Kirkan continued his labor, completing another pass before dousing his mop in the gleaming pail beside him. “Please excuse the interruption, Mr. Kirkan.”“Not at

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“He spoke like he knew my parents,” blurted the boy across from the aging priest. Father Hulbert sighed, the weight of the emotional responsibility of raising fifteen children settling his shoulders like a heavy cape, wet with remorse and doubts. A teakettle shrilled, cutting through the air with a pillar of steam. Thankful for the interruption, the old priest ambled towards the stove. His

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Twenty something days ago I set out to accomplish something audacious, NaNoWriMo. Short for National Novel Writing Month, NaNo is a month long contest for writers. The ultimate goal is to write 50k words or finish a novel, which ever comes first. This is year three for me and as yet, I haven't come close to hitting the 50k mark. However, this year I did lay out a game plan and stuck to it. Until.

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Interesting things can happen in a dentist chair. On a Friday not too long ago, I went to a dentist specializing in tooth extractions. Yes, I needed a tooth pulled. A molar to be precise. This wasn't my first time, and as much as I hope, it won't be my last. But this time was a little different. To start, at my first visit I used an MP3 player to drown out the cracking and popping noises

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The clock on the microwave reads a steady 8:55 at night. The kids are in bed, sleep finally catching them and taking them off to dream time. There's a gentle, rhythmic rumble and tick from the clothes dryer in the next room as I finally ready myself to finish up some of the day's chores. I've just started the hot water when the phone rings. Interrupted again. With a weary huff, I answer, "hello?"

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Months ago, my wife and I decided to buy a Wii. We had previously purchased a GameCube which inevitably failed, as many do. A friend of ours upgraded to the Wii and handed down their old GC, on which we mostly played Mario Golf, Simpsons and Tony Hawk Underground. All good and entertaining games.But then Nintendo released this amazing machine that allowed the player to actually move like it's

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If you've been kind enough to read my blog you've noticed that I'm seemingly all over the chart with subject matter. Sometimes it's fiction or articles. Sometimes it's personal opinion stuff or anecdotes from my life. What you're about to read should come as no surprise then.I've taken up gardening. It's more than just a hobby. I've come to love it and am seriously considering pursuing Master

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Every so often, an angel is released from his or her duties, free to roam the universe until such a time as they are called back home, reinstated and recommissioned. This is the story of one wanderer, known simply as Kirkan.As days dissolved into weeks and then into months, Isaic and his orphan family seemed to acclimate to their new school as well as can be expected. The younger children began

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Every so often, an angel is released from his or her duties, free to roam the universe until such a time as they are called back home, reinstated and recommissioned. Some choose to explore the cosmos; stars and galaxies at the edge of the universe. Unable to release themselves from guarding the victims of injustice, poor, hurting. This is the story of one wanderer, known simply as Kirkan. The

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Every so often, an angel is released from his or her duties, free to roam the universe until such a time as they are called back home, reinstated and recommissioned. Some choose to explore the cosmos; stars and galaxies at the edge of the universe. Unable to release themselves from guarding the victims of injustice, poor, hurting. This is the story of one wanderer, known simply as Kirkan. "

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All creation waits in pains of labor for the birthing forth into the hands of God's children freed from death and decay. (paraphrased from Romans 8)I have always been subjected to Christianity, that belief that without Christ's death securing our salvation I am damned to an inferno lasting eternally. I have not always been a subject of it, however. Throughout the years I have challenged and even

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Sometimes surfing the web isn't so good...sometimes it's just about wasting time.

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The first sip of a great cup of coffee. Broke-in jeans that fit just right.Those pair of slippers that feel like cloud soft cotton. The smell of banana bread fresh out of the oven. Spouse's first kiss of the morning or last kiss of the night. Soft blanket on winter's day. A late spring campfire. A little girl's waking hugs. A little boy's playful giggles. The first page of great book. The last

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Years ago I owned a compilation CD of songs by alternative bands. There was one song in particular that I loved and it had this line that has stuck with me ever since I first heard it:I've got some poor, unlucky, bummed out, overworked, sick and tired angel begging not to have to help meCatchy huh? The gist of the song is about the down and outs of life and keeping a right perspective in the

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Let me start with some review of my week at St. Gregory's Abbey in Three Rivers, Michigan. Besides being bitterly cold, the campus was serene and deafening in its silence. Seriously, the first thing I noticed after the jagged teeth of the cold tore through my clothes was the ringing in my ears. Beyond this though, was the peace, which is what I came for. I had found this place through a friend of

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My Freshmen year of college held few thrills or notable memories for me. Of the handful of classes I took that year, by far the most memorable was "The History of Technology" class I took my first semester. The professor was engaging, inspiring and passionate; the class intriguing and exciting. Like my history prof., my psychology professor was also passionate although far from inspiring or

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I once wrote a poem with the same title. Peppercorns and PostulantsMustard and MinistersFlavor our waysthat we we maysavor our daysThere's more to it, but after listening to a gent by the name of Mark Rodgers talk about Christians and the meaning of "salt" in terms of culture, it came back to mind.So often we forget just how prevelant and necessary salt is; what it's used for. Mark uses an

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Hesychasm is the practice of quieting ones thoughts and creating a clear space for prayer and perspective. I started looking into this concept after coming across a reference to nepsis by Henri Nouwen. Similiar to meditation the idea is to silence one's inner thoughts not for the purpose emptying one's self, but rather to gain a purer, clearer perspective of one's relationship with God and thus,

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Charity begins at home, but shouldn't end there. - Scottish Proverb Christmas is only a moment away and every year this holiday seems filled with more anxiety than cheer. And this year is no exception. The economy is plummeting, jobs are scarce, families wishing for a return to simpler times. Those participating in the proverbial rat race have hit a yellow flag, slowing at the caution. Still,

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Most Sundays I attend church. Most Sundays I enjoy it, though as of late I've been challenged by the modern model of church. But that's for later. Today, I sat again under the teaching of Pastor Edgar. A wonderful man with a passion for people. And today he spoke on the value of names.Names have always held value to me. My mother, from the time I was old enough to understand, never failed to

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The original purpose of this blog was to follow my journey as a writer. That's drifted a bit here and there as I've commented on a variety of subjects. Nevertheless, I'm bringing it back for a bit. As you may have noticed, I've already had two articles publised for "bylines," which is to say no payment was given or received but it's a notch in my belt, so to speak, and something to bulk up my

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OK...so...pretty cool video, yeah? Water and liqour changing places without pouring into a third container.Sort of like conversion...The definition, paraphrased, is something like this: a change, transformation, or transpostion of one idea, belief, emotion, thought, statement, paradigm, or item from one point to another (ie: change of worldview from Democratic to Republican or from one of honesty

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Today I broke ground on a children's book. It's my first attempt at such and I'm feeling pretty good about it. What's it about, you ask? Well, you'll have to wait and see. Once it's ready for release on the bookshelves I'll be sure to announce it. But until then, suffice to say I have my work cut out for me.A little history though...I've had this idea for quite some time. Years in fact. The idea

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Growing up in upstate New York, daylight savings time was just a part of life. But I was young and single and, well, only had to be responsible enough to get a paycheck big enought to pay the bills. Once I moved to Indiana, hey, no worries - no daylight savings time. No juggling of little minutes for the purpose of saving energy. No pocketing away rays of sunlight in the autumn to be sprung like

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The debate between creation and evolution is old and worn. Still burning as hot as ever though, it threatens to ignite an all out war between those who believe and those who don't, regardless of the focus of the belief.What draws my attention most is the lack of intelligent discussion between the two factions. It's clear that the arguement is no longer about whether Intelligent Design should be

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Ever watch The Incredibles? We have. My son, all of two years and a few months loves the flick. About a year ago my wife received an offer for children's books of the Disney variety. Those cute little books that are hard copy versions of the movies like Monsters Inc., Toy Story, etc. Included was a copy of, yep, The Incredibles. Samuel loves to "read" his books. But he seems to especially like

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Anybody, like myself, who's grown up going to church, who's been taught, lectured and in all ways educated in the ways of church and religion probably had been told some where along the line that tithing is nigh unto law, a "law" if broken becomes a cursable offense.Tithing...in the general understanding of the ecumenical people is a compulsory "gift" of ten percent of one's gross income. Now,

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The feast was simple, rich, and somber. A time of remembrance of victory, freedom, trials, and death. Like every year before, the man reclined with those closest to him. Family and friends ate food bitter, sweet, fresh, and fired on cooking coals. Everything revolved around a singular focal point - remembrance. Remember the past, remember the present and do not fail to remember in the future.

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If you're a subscriber to my blog, if you've read any or all the entries, if you've happen to glimpse a little insight into my writing, you'll notice that I seem to touch on purpose again and again. It's not hard I suppose, talking about purpose. Most people wonder that theirs is. Ask any Joe on the street, coffee house, office building and most will tell you they don't know the meaning of life,

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My son loves a sunny afternoon. Doubtless, he will tug at my pant leg, grab at my hand, or in childlike desperation use mysterious skills and attempt to dismantle our screen-door to find fresh air and sunshine. And doubtless my wife, or I will heed his pleading and let him scamper across our postage stamp yard at every opportunity. Likewise, the bubbling laughter and antics of Hayden, the boy

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Sorrow is such a sweet herb that we feast on its very nerveIt lives and dies and tries to flyyet we hold its wingsbound under our kneesand beat it red to lay its headupon our weary soulIts withered corpse keeps us fedwhile the worthless hide covers us dryWe sleep at night full of fearsand when we wake we find our tearsshed upon the tattered skinWe lay again to think of sweet thingsthat they may

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I'm borrowing the title for Counting Crows (thanks guys) seeing as it's fitting for where I'm at right now. Every now and then you need to go back to your roots and revisit the moments that are the bricks in the foundation of who you are. Now, granted, some of those bricks are toxic and are due for removal. Still, there are a whole lot more that seem encrusted with gems and nuggets of precious

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Last night I worked with a wonderful crew of people. While I'm not close to all my coworkers nor do I concern myself with everyone's doings and dones, those I work with more often the closer I find myself to. I won't bother to name names for the sake of, well, for my sake I suppose. So I'll simply refer to this coworker as L. Hmmm...intriguing isn't it.I like to talk at work. Conversation makes

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Recently I was asked what I write about, what my novel is about, what field I'm in.Easy questions to give answers. Why no one asks what it takes to be a writer, I don't know. I suppose the assumptions either anyone can write, or writing is putting words on paper, or in my case a computer screen. What's the big deal?I used to stew in frustration when a favorite author delayed in the release of

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Most men never realize what kind of family they join themselves to when they marry. In-laws bring a whole new level of quirkiness, oddity above and beyond what they are already familiar with in their own immediate family. As so it was when I married Angela...Every summer, passersby would easily spot my family - father, mother, sister, aunt and self - in laxidazical conversation on the front porch

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Anyone who has ever provided their own employment or undertaken a personal project of high priority understands that setbacks, interruptions and proverbial roadblocks are worst than a bout of influenza. Nearly a month ago, my faithful, durable, ageing Toshiba had an attack of some internal malfunction for unknown reasons. After digging into the vast knowledge base know as the Internet, I

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If you're up on current events, if you watch, read or hear the news, you may have heard about the shooting in a Knoxville church. Last year there was a shooting in a mall outside of Chicago and I'm sure there are more shootings we've heard of. Each is a tragedy, an act of terror. Yet, in the midst of these incomprehensible acts, there are those who break the normal behavior of those seiged by

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Personal update - As you may have noticed, my blogging has become more consistent, frequent. As a writer this is a good thing. It's hard to get anywhere as a writer if one doesn't write. But, as of yesterday, July 14th, I am pleased to announced that one of my articles was published on an online magazine: Burnside Writers CollectiveOver the past couple of months my focus has altered from

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I started this entry about transgender kids and the epidemic identity crisis in America. It goes without saying that unless there is some aberrant genetic code that screws with a child's sexual identity, adults shouldn't allow their children to make enduring, life impacting choices about which children have little or no comprehension of. If genetically they are male or female, without an intersex

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I love coffee. Every morning I hand grind enough beans for my eight cup French press with an antique-ish coffee mill. Four minutes later I'm pouring myself a wonderfully fresh cup of joe. Splash a little milk, spoon some sugar and I'm in my morning paradise. Until I spill the stupid thing on my laptop.Almost every morning I adhere to the routine of making coffee and checking my email. For months

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Everyone needs to shop. Groceries inevitably deplete, leaving us need food and supplies. Toilet paper, bread, milk, tooth paste...you name it, we need it. Now, if you happen to be one of those many that wear contacts, well, eventually you'll need solution or a spare case or whatnot. That's what brought me to the store again. It's not that I don't like to shop. Shopping can be very enjoyable,

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As a room attendant I don't do much. I watch kids. Regardless of what age or what room I'm in, I watch little ones and vigilantly perform my duty. I separate the disruptive ones. I hold others crying for "mama." And I clean up the occasional mess; spilled cookies and/or juice.My responsibilities are quite simple. Make sure the children are all happy and whole when they are returned to their

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At one time or another any person who attended Sunday school was probably introduced to Jesus. And while among other things that's what Sunday school is good for, it occurs to me that Jesus was a little flat, a little faded even. I remember him being a little rough around the edges and his chocolate brown beard was perfectly shaped, complimenting his bleached white robe and lollipop purple sash.

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Oddly enough, a handful of people searching for blogs of a particular subject will inevitably read this. What subject? Pronunciation. Or is it pornunciation? No, that can't be right. But according to my anti-everything software, SafeEyes, pronounce and its derivatives are banned subject matter. I suppose that's because there are so many dyslectic sex addicts out there that SafeEyes feels a need

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Blogging used to hold a lot of interest for me. Writing purposefully or aimlessly upon this electric medium for no other purpose than to share my thoughts. Then I realized - my thoughts seem to be of little or no interest to anybody else. So why blog? If for no other reason than to express the peculiar thoughts and insights I occasionally have for those bored or curious or desperate enough to

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“Attach a boy to a good man, and he seldom goes wrong.” * I pose the question, where are all the good men? Where are they? Where are their fathers?Years ago, I had a friend. Like most boys, we were full of the mischief so often attributed to youth. We terrorized the neighbor’s dog and launched innocent critters into the evening sky, whether it was on a bottle rocket or from a sling shot. We

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Bad habits are like bad breath. They hinder intimacy in our marriages. Ever try to snuggle on the couch with your spouse after eating garlic pizza or working in the hot sun? If you have, you know the outcome is chilling. So why do we persist in habits our wives find obnoxious?On November 7, 2003, I celebrated one of the greatest changes that can come to a man’s life. I wed Angela Dawn, my bride

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One day I decided to start cleaning out the back part of our lot. It has a lot of brambles, dead-fall, and such that gives it an untamed look. So I went and bought an axe, a machete, a pair of gloves, and a sharpening stone. Got home and want to work. Before too long I noticed the machete wasn't cutting nicely so I stopped and sharpened it for a while. Then went back to work. The whole time my

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